Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.
That's what religion teaches: that life is a temporary thing which is going to dissolve one day.
Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
Time is a beautiful thing. It's like when you meet an old lover on the street six years later and they don't look so ugly anymore.
Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.
When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.
Time becomes more precious when you have children.
Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.
Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.
If we live good lives, the times are also good. As we are, such are the times.